The wind it howls through empty skies,
It carries whispers of the past.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

It weeps for days that slowly rise,
For moments fleeting, yet so vast.
The wind it howls through empty skies.

The world has watched as time defies,
Each breath a storm that cannot last.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

Through every dream, the wind complies,
It guides us where we stand surpassed.
The wind it howls through empty skies.

Beneath the clouds, the soul it tries,
To find a home, yet remains cast.
Its call is one we can’t disguise.

In quiet hearts, the wind replies,
A song of loss that’s fading fast.
The wind it howls through empty skies,
Its call is one we can’t disguise.